I laugh. “Yeah, the jet. Pop named her years ago, and it kinda stuck.”
She laughs. “Your father is an odd one.”
“Yeah, but you gotta love him.”
“Yeah, you most definitely do.”
Eric’s voice comes over the intercom. “Mr. Vitali, the flight tower has informed me we are next in line. Please remain seated with your seat belts on until after we take off.”
Zaira and I sit in the bucket seats by the kitchen. Ricco is still seated behind us. We all put on our seat belts and patiently wait. As the plane begins to make its way down the runway, we both feel it lift off and soar into the sky. For as many times as I have been on an airplane, it will never cease to amaze me how these monstrosities get off the ground.
We continue to climb and then we feel the plane level off. “Mr. and Mrs. Vitali, we will be reaching a cruising altitude of thirty thousand feet. You are now free to walk about the cabin. We should arrive in Florence in roughly ten hours.
“Ten hours! I didn’t realize it was that long,” Zaira says.
I give her a mischievous smile. “Whatever will we do with ten hours alone?”
“I know, perhaps we can play chess?” she asks, teasing back.
“Oh, darling, I can think of better things to do than play chess.” I pull her out of her seat and onto my lap. “After all, we’re on our honeymoon,” I say before my lips take hers in a desperate kiss. “So, are you ready to become a member of the mile-high club?”
She gives me the most devilish grin, and before I answer, I am up out of our seat with her in my arms and carry her toward the master suite.
“But what about Ricco?” she asks.
Ricco starts to laugh as I reply, “He can find his own woman to initiate into the mile-high club.”
Once we’re alone in the master suite, I pull her body against mine, crushing my lips to hers. Every time I taste her lips, it’s like coming home. I’m still having a hard time believing she is really here, that she really is mine. The thought makes my dick get even harder. I ravage her mouth, drinking in her lips and swirling my tongue with hers. She kisses me back hungrily, and it just makes me want to kiss her more.
She pulls away from our kiss and looks at me intently. She leans in and trails kisses from the back of my ear, down around my neck, and all the way down my torso, paying particular attention to the sides of my ribcage. Her lips are perfect and leave a trail of desire in their path. She is making me forget about Gallardi, Pop, and everything else we have left behind at home and making me focus on nothing else but the incredible pleasure she is now providing me.
She works her way toward my erection, coming in closer as she pushes her way between my legs, curling her hand around me. My hands go to her hair as I grab hold and pull her closer, indicating I want her mouth on me. I need to feel her succulent mouth now. She licks my cock as if she were licking a lollipop and then she takes all of me in her warm, wet mouth and sucks.Holy fuck!
“Look at me, Zaira. I want to see your eyes while you have my dick in your mouth.”
She does as she is told, and I fight the urge to grab her hair harder and completely take over fucking her mouth. I could take control of this, but she knows what I want, and I know without a doubt she will give me exactly what I need.
My dick hits the back of her throat as her hand reaches up to massage my balls. And then she fucking hums. The vibration from her throat is unbelievable.If this isn’t fucking ecstasy, I don’t know what is. God, she is so fucking perfect.
When I’m about to come, I take over and flip her on her back. Without a moment’s hesitation, I am balls deep inside her, and her moans are driving me over the edge. Our fucking is ravenous, filled with need. But then, as I gaze into her beautiful brown eyes, we slow, feeling each other.
The strain begins to build, and her walls tighten around me. As she reaches her release, she says, “I love you, Michael.” Her words are my undoing, and I am filling her with my cum.
“God, baby, I love you too.”
